He’d heard many stories of sandworms, though he’d never dreamt he would get to see one in real life. The Golden Wielder himself had been known to have tamed them in his time, though Falcon doubted he would be able to replicate such a feat. The creature before him was gigantic, easily over forty feet in length. It had a circular set of fangs around its mouth. Its skin looked hardened, as if it was made out of rock. “What now?” whispered Faith. Falcon shrugged, unsure of what to do to get past such a gargantuan creature. “This is all wrong,” said Sheridan. “I didn’t pay much attention in animal class, but even I know that sandworms are native to Missea. What is one doing way out here on the outskirts of Ladria?” “My guess is that it was left to protect the oil rocks,” Aya said quietly. “I’ve heard stories of sandworms being trained from birth by large corporations. It was probably left here so that no one else could take the rocks during the scorch season.”
